Diary

The Wonderful Wizard Obama

All of a sudden this evening I had this image of Dorothy and her friends kicking their heels in the air and trotting off down the Yellow Brick Road singing, “Weeeeeee’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard Obama!  We hear he is a wiz of a wiz, if ever a wiz there was.  If ever, oh ever a wiz there was, the Wizard Obama is one because, because, because, because, because, because . . . because of the wonderful things he does!”  And so, off they trot, sure he’ll save Dorothy and her Auntie Em from the financial tornado that blew their house away, make the Scarecrow a genius so that he can come up with a brilliant solution that will bring peace between Israel and the Palestinians, give the Tin Mullah a heart so Iran won’t be mean to people anymore, give the Cowardly Lion courage to hope to be the change that he’s been waiting for, stop the rise of the oceans, heal the planet, and so on.  And in his spare time, maybe replace the BCS with a playoff system.

And when they get to the Emerald City–errr, White House–and present their list of requests, what happens?  They’re sent off to help the Wicked Witch of the West get her flying monkeys off the ground–they’ve eaten too much pork, and their wings won’t support them.  Through a rather complicated process, they succeed (it involves fitting the monkeys with parasails and pulling them behind charging rhinos), and return to the Wizard to present their requests–and that’s when Toto goes growling off and discovers the man behind the curtain:  not a great wizard, but just a Chicago politician after all.

You know, that last would make a great political cartoon–“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!”